[Closed] no this will be fine

[theroadwarrior]

Who: Max "The Fool" Rockatansky, "Furious Roadmom" Furiosa, Dr. Black-eye Bev, and Ino-think-this-is-a-good-idea
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Closed to Dr. Beverly's super secret doctor chambers (aka a medical bay)
When: TODAY, WEDNESDAY. The 16th. Not quite the Ides of March. Remaining Ides of Max.

... The thread log in which Max punches someone in the face.

Warnings for panic attacks, traumatic flashing back, and other PTSD-related symptoms of "nofuckingthankyou"-ness.

Also potentially graphic dental work. Or an attempt at it. An attempt is definitely gonna be made.

This is Peggy's fault probably.

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[ino]

When Max's fist begins to swing, she's already darting forward to stop it, missing just in time for Beverly to get knocked in the face.

"Shit --"

She moves to help Furiosa keep him down, contact with his body minimal -- just one gentle hand wherever needed. But that one hand seems to hold a bizarre reservoir of strength that hardly matches up to her exterior, and they should be able to keep him mostly at bay even if he continues to struggle and flail around.

"Hey -- come on. You're going to be okay."

She's trying to reach Max, because she's quite sure he wouldn't have hit Beverly unless he was having some type of traumatic episode. She has to wonder how many times he's been held down like this by the type of doctor that Furiosa described.

And that's when Beverly approaches from behind with the needle. Oh. She's going to sedate him.

"Wait -- what?"

She looks a little unsure. She's not surprised that this seems to be the ideal solution, but ... is her coming closer with that thing going to make this worse? She looks back to Max to see if he's seen it, to Furiosa to see if she thinks it's the only way. She's pretty used to being able to talk somebody out of something like this, but she'll defer to Furiosa if she believes him unable to calm down otherwise.

[theroadwarrior]

Max doesn't see the needle. Actually, he doesn't see much of anything that would constitute as real. Furiosa and Ino and Beverly's faces all swirl into pale expressions — for the moment, he can't see the reality of the situation, so he fights back against whatever's holding him, pinning him. They're trying to keep him still, gonna tie his hands and legs and shove him in the cage. He snarls, snaps his teeth at whoever is closest, kicking his legs whenever he has an opportunity. A feral, for a moment, lost in his panic.

don't touch me, leave me alone, let me go

It's the Wastelands. You can't afford to stop fighting. He scratches with his hands, paws, swings. Furiosa's a strong pressure on his chest, holding him firm. He can feel something warm grip his wrist tightly. Something of a strangled whimper forces its way out from behind his clenched and bloody teeth, the panic lighting his eyes. Nobody's going to save him. He has to save himself. It's how it's always been. He remembers. He knows better.

let go

[kill_switch]

"Do it." Furiosa snarls back at Beverly, taking a brief moment to look back and see the sedative, and then shoot Ino a irritated look because really, just his wrist? She struggles to hold Max down, swearing she could smell the girt and feel the heat of their first real engagement.

Then Max is snapping at her face, and there's heat and blood and the stench of infection. She snaps her head forward, slamming her forehead against his in an attempt to disorient him enough for Beverly to work. She figures he'll understand once the dust settles.

[dancingmd]

The headbutt startles Beverly, but only for a moment. She has a job to do. Deftly, she slices open a section of pant leg, just enough to quickly inject the sedative in his thigh.

"Don't let go yet. It'll take a minute for the sedative to take effect."

Once she safely disposes of the needle and gloves, she rejoins them to do her part in restraining him until the medication kicks in.